Cute little members of the family or annoying poo machines?

Ohhhh, he is kind of cute. This is Socks the bully of the cage.
So, I have been feeling a little guilty lately about saying that I want my Guinea Pigs to die. Let me explain. In this house of ours with four children I am the only one who feeds, cleans up after, or it seems even looks at the Guinea Pigs (OK, I take it back Estee is always trying to feed them, but it's really not helpful). When we first got a Guinea Pig he was showered with attention and food by all members of the family (Ok, maybe not Dan--he's never really been a fan and didn't want to get them). Then the attention dwindled and I felt like he (or she can't tell for sure) was lonely. So, we got another Guinea Pig so "Socks" would not be lonely. Now came the problem of "Socks" being mean to "Scruffy". Socks thinks he rules the cage because he was there first. He seriously hoards the food and water and squeaks at Scruffy when he tries to get some. We would have to take Socks out the cage and let Scruffy eat, then put Socks back in. After a while Socks began to get a little nicer but, he still really needs to chill out.

Here is Scruffy peeking through his little house; he is adorable and harassed constantly by Socks.
What I have failed to mention yet is for the last three years I have been cleaning up the little rodent’s poo! For a long time it was weekly that I would clean out the cage (which I lovingly built for them), now it's at least every other week. Unless, of course someone is going to be staying with us then I will clean it out of fear of being reported to The Humane Society. But the main point is I am so sick of cleaning up after these cute little balls of fur. And, I'm not going to go into details about how they refuse to walk on the leash I bought them, won't run in the ball I got them (they are lazy), and all that poo they poo, they actually EAT! We also had to move them into the Laundry room so I could keep them and their poo away from Estee while she is at the stage of putting everything in her mouth (I am sure I don't need to explain why that is a problem).
So, you see, it is not out of meanness that I say I want them to die. I know when they die they will go to Guinea Pig heaven and run in grassy fields and eat all of the green stuff they want without being squeaked at. And there cage will always be clean and I won't have to do it. :)

See my poo! Isn't it disgusting!